The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient cypress stump rises from the center of a still, rain-filled courtyard, the air thick with damp earth and decaying plant matter. Umm, sunlight filters through the water's surface, casting a pale glow on tiny, rippling circles where raindrops strike the surface... Water's slowly seeping from the stump's base, somehow fueling a perpetual, smokeless fire that's burning a chunk of pure obsidian into a perfect, delicate glass vase, like, without any visible heat. The air's heavy with the smell of wet wood and smoke, but there's no smoke.